You have this way of dipping in and out of Sight as things collide Bridges burning softly in the night And you have this way of falling in and out of Time as it goes by Passing silently with no goodbye
And I've spoken with all other the angels They dont know what to do And i agree with them whole-heartedly, I do
Telegram came today from a friend Saying, "Where in the hell have you been? Where are you goin'?" I said, "I dont know, does the lonliness show? And if so does it ever end?"
And I've spoken with all other the angels They dont know what to do And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do
You have this way of meaning everything and nothing to me At the same time Returning my hellos with goodbyes
'Cause I've spoken with all other the angels They dont know what to do And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do...
'Cause I've spoken with all other the angels They dont know what to do And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do...
And I've spoken with all other the angels They dont know what to do And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do